Boys of Apartment 5

Chapter 33

***Nicole's P.O.V.***

"Mikey... wake up,"

I say softly into Michael's ear, nudging his shoulder a bit.

He groans a bit and opens his eyes, glancing at the clock.

"Happy Birthday!"

I shout, and he smiles, pushing off the blankets and sitting up.

"You remembered!"

He says, standing up next to the bed.

"Of course I remembered!"

I say, and just then, Calum pops in.

"Courtesy of this guy!"

He says, pointing to himself, then running off.

"With a little help from Calum..."

I say, gesturing to the door. Michael chuckles, and there is a moment of silence before Aubry jumps in the room.

"C'mon guys! Plane leaves soon!"

She yells, then runs to the next room.

"She's right, we should get our stuff."

He says, quickly kissing my forehead and heading into the bathroom.

I gave my suitcase to Aubry to put in the van earlier, but I grabbed some extra clothes out of it before. I took it off the desk and realized I had jeans, but no shirt.

"Damn it."

I mumble under breath, just as Michael comes out of the bathroom.

"What's wrong?"

He asks, with little concern.

"Forgot my shirt."

I say, mentally facepalming.

"You can borrow one of mine, if you want."

He says, tossing me a t shirt.

"Thanks."

I say, grabbing my jeans and heading into the bathroom. Without looking at it, I slipped the t-shirt over my head. Once I have it situated, I look in the mirror. It is a plain navy blue shirt with the Rolling Stones logo on the front.

I grin, and hop into my skinny jeans, which literally did take some hopping.

The shirt is a little long, not quite covering my butt.

After thinking for a moment, I decided to French braid my hair diagonally across the back of my head, ending on the left side.

I open the door, but Michael isn't there waiting like usual. I look to the left just in time for him to pop out from behind the wall, shouting 'boo' in my face.

I flinch a little, but other than that, it didn't really faze me.

Michael makes a pouty face when he realizes it didn't work.

"You could've at least pretended to be scared."

Michael says, crossing his arms. I giggle and walk past him.

"C'mon, everyone else is probably waiting for us."

I say, picking up my phone and bag from the corner and opening the door. Michael gets his suitcase and we head out.

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When we get to the lobby, Michael gives his suitcase to Ashton, who loads it into the bus. I flop on the uncomfortable red couch in the sitting area. A few moments later, Michael joins me.

It's just then I realize how tired I am. I find a comfortable spot on Michael's shoulder, still better than the couch, and start to drift off.

"Tired?"

Michael asks, and I nod.

"It's been a long... month."

I reply, and he agrees. Then I close my eyes, and he leaves me be.

I instantly fall asleep.